The Padawan Who Saved Him Ch. 18

Kal was  bored. No, Kal was beyond bored, he was annoyed. The 'mission' he and his new mentor, Master Anda Bari, had been sent on was doing police patrol with Curoscant clone troopers. It wouldn't have been so bad if something actually happened, but no. Today was the one day that all of Curoscant was crime free. To make matters worse, Master Bari was forcing them to go painfully slow. They would walk a few feet then stop and look around. Occasionally she would start looking in store windows to see what was inside (even though jedi didn't carry more than a meal's worth of credits). All of these thoughts Kal kept to himself, only letting a single sigh slip out.

"Is something wrong padawan?" Master Bari raised an eyebrow.

Kal kept looking out over the railing of the sidewalk, "No Master."

"I suppose you're bored with patrol, right?" she walked over and leaned against the railing next to him.

Kal looked down, a bit ashamed, "I don't like going so slow."

The young master chuckled, "I see. That must come from years of wandering the galaxy, eh?"

"So you've heard about that?" he responded.

She nodded.

"What else have you heard about me?" he asked.

"That your father was a jedi, that you were an apprentice to Dooku, and that you betrayed the Separatists."

"Apprentice? More like a lapdog. He only taught me the basics of Makashi, and only taught me force lightning to see if I had potential. My first try nearly burnt my hands off." Kal shook his hand.

Master Bari got off of the railing and back to the sidewalk, "Which is another thing I wanted to talk with you about. You can't use force lightning anymore. It's too...aggressive for jedi. It creates too much temptation for violence."

Kal turned around, "Alright, I can' really use it anymore anyway. Since I've stopped using my emotions to channel the force, I can hardly even make a spark."

She smiled, "Good, now back to patrol."

Kal groaned but did as he was told and followed his master down the sidewalk.

Several clone police officers approached them, "Everything's clear on the next three streets Sir," One saluted.

"Very good, keep up the good work," she answered.

The clones saluted again then left.

"So my padawan, should we get something to eat?" Master Bari asked, Causing Kal's stomach to growl.

The padawan blushed while his master tried her best not to laugh.

She smiled again, "I suppose that's a yes."

She placed a hand on his shoulder and started to lead him to a restaurant she liked when a yell was heard across the hover-street.

"Come back here with my money!" yelled an old Gran merchant, as he stopped to catch his breath.

Kal and his master saw an Aqualish man running and pushing people out of the way, with two clone troopers after him. Kal prepared to jump the gap when his mater grabbed his shoulder.

"Patience padawan," she chuckled, annoying Kal.

"But he's getting away!" Kal pointed at the thief.

Master Bari gently shook her head and flicked her wrist, causing a pedestrian to spill his coffee in front of the thief. He slipped on the coffee, giving the officers enough time to restrain him. She smiled at Kal, "Remember Kal, putting too much effort into something that can easily be solved usually only makes it worse. Take care of being too forceful."

Kal nodded respectfully and thought over his master's words as she led him back to the restaurant.